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Luckily for his once again on edge combat nerves, the unfamiliar man who approached him was making enough noise Cathair heard him coming.

He turned and looked behind him. "Morning," he greeted quietly, then turned his attention back to the broken window before him. The door was locked, he tried it already. That also spoke grimly of what had happened in the cottage.

Whatever had jumped out the window had been huge. Only a few small shards still hung in frame. Digging out the cobbled together slingshot from the back his belt, he cleared away what remained before ducking into the cottage.

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